"--Fuck," he was about to answer you before you started doing that you impatient human. Chuck sags back against the wall, mouth open as Raleigh ravages his neck.

"Not, not bad," he pants, sliding his palms over Raleigh's back. "Not what I pictured."

Because he didn't really picture anything concrete.

If Raleigh wants to take a step back, Chuck might take a layer off.